What kind of a blogger would I be if I didn’t head directly to the source of the hottest thing around and give you a full report?

May I present: The 2010 Olympics, A First-Hand Account.

And what better way to showcase the Games than by award? Here I will rate each aspect of our experience on the gold/silver/bronze spectrum. We traveled to Whistler, BC with Phil and Rachel Goodman (Mike’s sister and her husband).

Now let’s talk about the nighttime activities. Few things make one feel as wild as being at a once-in-a-lifetime event. That is all I will say about the following photo except to add that despite appearances, very minimal drinking actually occurred this evening. Laura (in pink) and Annie (in blue), my dear friends who were also in the Village for the Games, pulled me (in black) in for some fun.

Gold Medal for Olympic-Fever-Induced Dancing on Bar:

Bronze Medal for Most Bizarre Winter-Themed Party in Village (a bar made of ice, complete with glasses carved out of ice, and complimentary parka upon entry, as shown by Mike and Laura):

By far the most exciting event was the US/Canada men’s hockey game, the final event of the Olympics. We joined Annie, Laura and some insane Canadian fans at Garibaldi’s to watch the game. We fully represented in our tiny corner of the bar:

Despite a fantastic, blood-pumping rally by the US with their goal to tie the game, the Canadians won and madness ensued:

We were almost fearful to leave the bar, given that we were the official enemy. But what we never expected, not in a million years, was that as we took to the streets to face the throngs of victorious Canucks, we were treated like celebrities — or circus freaks, depending on how you look at it. We stood in the middle of the Village and not one minute would pass without people coming up to take their photo with us, to thank us for coming, to tell us that we were good neighbors and good sports. We were blown away.

On second thought, it might have had something to do with the hats.

Occasionally someone would gloat obnoxiously, but we were intentional about being the first to extend a hand and say, “Congratulations on your win!” They would always react the same tail-between-the-legs way — “Huh? Oh, yeah man, good game! We love you guys!” We felt like Goodwill Ambassadors for the United States; the six of us were representing 300 million US citizens, so we were on our best behavior.

They even wanted us to pose with their Canadian dogs! Please disregard small child with finger in nose.

I’ve never felt such effusive international camaraderie. We didn’t want it to end. We kept thinking, “How will we ever feel this way again?” And then it occurred to us…

Gold Medal for Being Fully Prepared for the 2014 Olympic Games in Sochi, Russia:

amazing photos mike&abby! i know i wasn’t there, sadly, but that bar of ice looks nuts! only a bronze? sounds so “cool” hahaha.. da! dun! dun!! oh and another thing that is nuts: how could we possibly disregard a canadian kid picking his nose in your picture? that is beyond funny. i laughed so hard that ruby woke up from her nap.